Secrets Uncovered (8 page)

“Except for tossing your cookies every morning,” Jess had pointed out.

“Yes, well.” Kath knew she’d sounded overly defensive, but, dammit, wasn’t that different? “That’s easing off. It’s not every morning, and anyway it’s part of being pregnant for some people. And it doesn’t mean I can’t come. I was icky. Not too bad, but icky.”

“So was my mum, though as far as I remember it was a stay in bed twenty-four seven thing with her. So cut Jeff some slack, eh? That’s what he knows, and however much you say it’s not you…well, Mum said she was just tired, and it wasn’t so. No wonder he’s chary. So please, bite the bit and wait. After all, how long ‘til you’re thirteen weeks now?”

“Too long. Oh, okay, about two and a half… Oh, okay, three weeks now. So say this time next month I can jump him, and oh, God, do I need it. It’s all well and good saying no penetration, but no climax either? Blimey, Jess, I could hump the pillow if I thought he’d not look at me in that disappointed Dom way. He’s decided no sex for either of us, and I’m damned sure we’d both sleep better if I could at least give him a blowjob and he went down on me. Dammit, I’m going round in circles with this, I sound like a carousel at the fair. One with a broken record blaring out. One minute I’m okay no problem, I can wait and the next I want to come now.”

“Hormones,” Jess had said.

“I know,” Kath had wailed and rolled her eyes. “Why not a wee tiny love in, for fuck’s sake?”

“Because he’s read enough to be dangerous, and not enough to be knowledgeable.”

I believe that
, Kath thought as she moved two ‘pregnancy and what to expect’ books from the dressing table and got ready for their visitors. Nevertheless she hadn’t got it in her to be angry. It might not be what she wanted, but the lack of sex was becoming easier. Not that she’d admit it, but he did have her best interests at heart. Hers and Bump’s. Kath ran her hand over the bump that, to her mind, was growing apace and surely much too big for a ten and a bit week fetus? Kath bit back the ever-increasing premonition that maybe there were two babies in there? She was due to go for a scan in a few weeks, and until then she had no intentions of voicing her suspicions. If she did, what was the betting the new protocol would be flung out and a nothing doing protocol brought in?

So she changed into the comfortable elastic-waisted linen trousers she’d bought earlier in the day—with a warm gooey feeling inside as she handed her credit card over—and a loose silky top that she hoped suited her growing boobs. The outfit wasn’t a maternity one—ten and a bit weeks was, in her mind, way too early for that, but it did have, as Jess put it diplomatically, room for maneuver. Kath had the sudden thought that room was going to be needed before long. She hugged herself. It was a fabulous feeling, and she was humming as she went back into the lounge.

To her delight, Jeff was sitting in his chair, legs outstretched, with the gleam in his eye she loved.

Kath walked barefoot across the room—funny how they hadn’t even discussed that. It had always been barefoot and bare-assed when they were together unless Jeff had decreed otherwise. No bra was a given whenever possible. Kath hated them with a vengeance. Not for the first time, she wondered if any other BDSM Master-sub couples behaved as they did? It made no difference anyway because she wasn’t bothered. Jeff and she had worked out what they wanted long before Diomhair ever came into existence, and decided there and then they’d adhere to the adage, ‘My kink may not be yours, yours may not be mine, but if safe, sane and consensual, that’s fine’. Theirs
was
safe, sane and consensual—and it worked for them.

She slid onto her new chair and bowed her head. His soft touch on her neck was enough for her clit to quiver and her juices to once more gather.

Without realizing, her hands slid onto his knees and he laughed softly.

“Oh, yes, pet, I like that.”

Jess let her head drop far enough to rest on his thighs. It wouldn’t take much for her to move her head up and her mouth would be in line with the bulge that was growing hard under his jeans. The fact he’d changed out of his leathers was enough to show her there’d be no playing in front of Jess and David.

“You know,” she said as a soft tug on her hair made her lift her head. “I’ve read that a lot of subs greet their Doms by nuzzling their cocks. I like the sound of that.”

“I like the sound of a lot of things, love, and the actions a lot more, but that’s them and…”

“This is us,” Kath finished for him. “I know and I’m sorry, I’m sort of teasing. I want what’s best for Bump as well. It’s that I’d like what’s best for us to be a little more, well, I was going to say in your face, but I’m not sure that’s the best expression to use.”

Jeff laughed. “Maybe not, but if you’re a very good girl we might move on a little bit tonight. That is not definite. However, we might.”

“Oh, I’m very good, I promise. What?” Kath squirmed on the chair, and he pinched her earlobe gently. Even that slight sting made her want to leap up in the air and high five the world. She loved it. Could she ask for more?

“Well, keep it up, and if you’re a good girl you may get a present later.” The doorbell rang. “That’s our guests. Will you get it, love, and I’ll sort some drinks out.”

Kath got up, conscious that even now she didn’t move as smoothly as she’d like. If it wasn’t twins it was definitely an elephant.

She opened the door to let David and Jess in. Jess winked slightly and David noticed. “Behave, pet. Remember what you promised? No teasing, no prodding and no asking questions.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jess sounded so sincere that it was all Kath could do not to laugh. She knew her friend. So, of course, did David. “Is that five or ten?” he asked dryly, and Jess giggled.

“Definitely ten, Sir.”

“Minx.” He patted her butt, and Kath could see there was enough force behind the action to sting.

Lucky thing.

“Now, you’re not being fair, pet. Kath isn’t getting any play time, remember?”

Who told him that?
When she thought about it, nobody needed to. There were few secrets between the two couples, and she and Jeff had been conspicuous in their absence from the dungeons. Even though they had their own playroom they used—or had done until Kath’s pregnancy—they had been in the habit of playing alongside others in the club.

“Sorry, Sir.” This time Jess sounded genuinely contrite, and David nodded.

“Good girl.”

Before anything else was said or done, Jeff appeared with a tray of fizz-filled glasses.

He handed them around and cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, as not much is secret between us, and I’ve been seen buying tonic water and crackers, you may have guessed, you two are going to be asked to be godparents in around seven months’ time. Oh, and best man and bridesmaid in however many months after that Kath decides she needs.”

The second part of his announcement brought a genuine shriek of joy from Jess. “Yes!” She punched the air. “An aunty and a godmother
and
a bridesmaid. Oh, good things do come in threes.” She jumped up and put her legs around David and kissed him soundly. “Do you hear that? A baby. Oh, my God, will it be a Dom or a sub?”

That was enough for them all to burst out laughing.

“Or maybe vanilla as they come?” Jeff said with a twinkle in his eye.

Jess looked horrified. “Never not with…oh, well, yeah, who knows. After all, I was, wasn’t I?”

She swung down from her perch around David’s waist and hugged Kath before going to her brother.

“Honey-bun, this is so good. The next generation, eh?”

“Yeah.”

Kath could see the wariness in his expression. So evidently did Jess because she hugged him tightly.

“Kath isn’t Mum, Jeff.”

“I know, love.” He choked and swallowed. Kath wanted to tell him not to worry, everything would be all right, but how could she? She didn’t know, did she? She saw by the way he closed his eyes briefly and straightened his spine Jeff gave himself a mental shake.

“Right, so to celebrate, the paella will be up in half an hour or so, and we’ve got champagne. Kath has sparkling apple juice, but I’ve promised she can smell the fizz.”

“Oh and I’m going to sniff long and hard.” Kath pushed her nose into his glass and inhaled the fizzy fragrance of grapefruit, peaches and lemons. It hinted of summer, long, warm evenings, and making love on the grass. At least that was what it smelled like to her. She had no idea if that was what a true ‘nose’ would say, but as she’d been told once, describing the aroma of a wine was a bit like BDSM, different things to different people. The comparison had always made her smile. “Mmm, can we have this one once I’ve stopped feeding?” She wasn’t even going to say the odd glass wouldn’t hurt her or the baby. If, once she’d given birth, she thought that, then she’d say so. Kath was fast realizing that when you were pregnant you didn’t necessary subscribe to the same ideas you had when you weren’t.

“A bottle,” Jeff said as they wandered to sit around the dining room table. Somehow it seemed to be their favorite spot when they were all together. Kath and Jess had long decided it was so no one was more Master-y or subbie than anyone else. It was a level playing field. “But for now you’ll have paella then apple crumble.”

Kath’s tummy rumbled in appreciation. She might still throw up four out of five mornings, but her appetite in the evening was growing as fast as the bump. “Thank goodness. I reckon I eat three times what I lose each day.”

“Here, have a carrot.” Jeff pushed a carrot stick in her mouth and Kath crunched happily. She might not want cheese or even the dips the others were tucking into, but her appetite for carrots and even celery was voracious.

“You should be grateful, I’m not demanding coal or ice cream and bacon all together,” Kath said as she finished a stick of celery. “I’ve heard of people wanting weird things. Me, my craving is raw veg, which I guess isn’t a bad thing. Well not that to the exclusion of everything else. The paella will go down a treat.”

“Just as well.” Jeff gotten up to go to the door to answer the bell. “Because I chose it with you in mind.”

“Ha, no, you chose it so you didn’t have to cook.”

“And that.” Jeff came back to the table with a tray of covered dishes. Let’s eat.”

Chapter Six

It had been an evening of chat and laughter, Jeff thought as he cleaned his teeth before joining Kath in bed. Now he had to harden his resolve and believe a nice, gentle climax wouldn’t harm the baby. Emma Lynn had been so patient with him when he’d asked her if they could talk, and in the end, she’d looked at him with fond exasperation.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Jeff? How many women in a state of pregnancy horniness, and believe me on a scale of one to ten, that condition is at least twelve, would obey your diktat and not make themselves come? Bloody few. It take seconds to scratch the itch, believe me, I’ve done it. Although my Dom was happy for me to. And got great pleasure in watching.” Emma had laughed. “Don’t look so wide-eyed. Tom and I are happy you’ve kept our preferences to yourself, but now Kath knows, and that we’re deciding to come and play in one of your private rooms, I can at least tell you this. If it was dangerous, do you think for one second I’d have given Kath the go ahead? I even told you gentle penetration is fine. Okay, you’re not happy with that yet, but let the poor woman come. And let her help you as well. That’ll do more for her than you’ll ever realize to ease her through these first few weeks. It’s an ‘Oh, God what if he doesn’t fancy me when I look like a beached whale’ mindset while you’re pregnant. Stupid, irrational but hormonal. So for goodness sake don’t make her think you don’t fancy her now. Yes, you’re over worrying about your mum but…”

“Kath’s not my mum and things have improved in the last thirty-odd years. Yes, I think that’s gradually getting through my thick skull. But, it’s so hard.”

“Especially when you’re heavily involved in the lifestyle as well?” Emma Lynn had touched Jeff’s shoulder in sympathy. “Take it from one who knows, the lifestyle won’t go away, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. And the desire for a good spanking to grow stronger. Tom bought me a new flogger as a birth present. We still have it and he uses it on me every year on Melissa’s birthday.” She’d grinned. “Year number seven is coming up soon.”

Jeff had liked the sound of that. Now as he snapped off the bathroom light and walked into the bedroom, he took a deep breath.

Kath was lying in bed, reading.

“Put the book down, pet. I think it’s time we sorted out some bedtime protocol, don’t you?”

She dropped the book as if it was on fire and he tutted. “That’s a book, pet, you didn’t need to treat it as if it had a contagious disease.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She picked it up and smoothed out the creased page before setting it down carefully on the bedside table.

Jeff took a deep breath.
Come on, show her you love her, show her you want her to be happy.
Show
her you’re her Master and what’s going to happen.

“So, pet, I think we’re ready to start. When I come into bed with you, if you’re awake and willing, you’ll kiss my cock. You’ve hinted often enough you like the idea of that to be incorporated.”

“Oh yes, Sir. And can I still play with your nipples?” Her look was a mixture of hope and mischief. How could he say no?

“This isn’t to make either of us come, Kath, it’s merely our pre-sleep greet.”

She grinned, and her face was full of love and laughter. “I’ve missed that, Sir, I like this idea.”

“Good, so do I. So.” He pulled back the cover and stretched out with his arms behind his head. The position made his cock stand up out of its nest of dark hair. Already pre-cum was glistening on the head, and Kath licked her lips.

Kath sniggered and hid her mouth behind her hand. “Someone’s pleased to see me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Pardon, pet?”

She bit her lip, not in a scared or worried way, and lowered her eyes. “Oh yes, Sir, sorry, Sir.” With a wicked glint in her eyes, Kath rolled onto her side and dipped her head. “Good night, my Sir. I love you.” Her lips brushed his cock, warm and soft, and her tongue stroked a hot wet streak from head to balls. How he didn’t groan aloud, he had no idea. It was love, heat, awareness and submission, hell, everything in one long caress.